Strangers and pilgrims on the earth
Not as famous as Mrs Butterworth
Not as strong as Mr. Clean
Cannot sing like Jimmy Dean

"Who am I," I ask myself
Feeling small as a Keebler Elf
Instant replay of my life
Shows I'm more like Barney Fife

If just once I could soar across the sky
And save Polly Purebred before I die
Or have a heart to heart with Mr. Ed
Just once or twice before I'm dead

If I could only belt a baseball
Or make a deal with Monty Hall
I would laugh and dance and sing
Ali couldn't touch me in the ring

To my ego it seems so vital
To perform on American Idol
I don't necessarily have to win
Just know I'm loved by Rin Tin Tin

Popeye says, "I yam what I yam"
But maybe he'd rather be Superman
And I we really knew the truth
Clark Kent may have longed to be Babe Ruth

And what do you think Babe Ruth would want
To be Abe Lincoln or General Grant?
If I could be any or all of these things
I'd have to give up my own blessings

All good things come from above
I wouldn't have all the stuff I love
My wife,my kids and even my cat
I hadn't thought much about that

To be someone else you take the whole package
Their problems troubles and psychological baggage
Superman puts up a pretty good fight
But probably has nightmares about Kryptonite

I have a sneaking hunch
Underdog probably has Alpo for lunch
I am the child God has spoiled
Or I would be married to Olive Oil

Though I'm not as fast as Richochet Rabbit
Being me has become a habit
The only thing that I should want to be
Is more like Jesus and less like me.

I am the pastor of Johnson Rd General Baptist Church in Granite City IL. This poem is on my website www.alongtheroadtoemmaus.com it has also been printed on Inspiration Peak

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